Sinful Obsession Jk Ff Novels & Stories

I just needed her to wake up. I bent to kiss her thigh. It was soft and smooth against my lips. Her scent filled up my senses, driving me crazy. The image of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth filled my mind, and I dug my fingers into the sheet. Jasmine was my weakness, my fucking wolf bane. How can she have this much hold on me? My desire for her was beyond physical. Somehow I knew I would still want her even if I fuck her. She was a mystery I would never be able to unravel, a forbidden fruit that I will always want, an addiction that I will always crave.

“ Please do not expect anything more in and out of this agreement , I would not and cannot have feelings for you so I suggest you do the same… and I implore you to control your urges and try your possible best to remain faithful for this period. I would hate to be caught in the spotlight when you are found having a lover “ He was so arrogant. It was at that moment , Lilian looked at him in disgust , her anger starting to boil “ Mr. Knight do not insult me!!.I would play my part to the best of my abilities and would follow your rules without a fault” “ Good.. I would just hate it if the police found out about your father’s fraudulent activities” He said threateningly “ Are you threatening me

I look up at her and she places one knee on the couch before swinging her other leg over my thighs and resting her other knee on the opposite side. Her hands rest on my neck and she smiles, a smile that has nothing innocent about it. A smile of an angel for a body of demon. Because that's what Sasha is. She is evil, forbidden, a forbidden fruit that I am addicted to. And I will go to hell with her. I remove my arms from the back of the couch and place my hands on his back. She looks at me, attentively, her eyes rest on my mouth and I step back when she tries to kiss me.

Feeding on her goddamn words like they’re gospel. They said obsession is gentle. Fuck that.I don’t want gentle. I want chaos.I want to own the way her breath stutters. When I appear unannounced. To be the reason her heart races in terror and lust. I want to be the reasons she goes against her morals and commits sins. I want to be that sin. That line she has no choice but to cross. Her beauty is a weapon, and I bleed willingly. Her deception? It didn’t break me. It baptized me. Now I walk barefoot through glass just to kiss her fucking shadow.

My clit throbs, begging for attention, and as if reading my mind, he reaches down between us, his thumb finding the swollen nub and rubbing in firm circles that match his thrusts. "Mmh yes—Fuck me like that," I beg, my hands sliding down to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles as he drives into me. He obliges, pounding harder, his cock hitting that spot inside that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. The intensity ramps up, sweat starts to bead on his chest, slicking our skin where we press together, making the friction even better. I rock my hips to meet him, grinding down each time he fills me, chasing the pressure on my clit. The city lights outside seem to pulse in time with our rhythm

I didn't care about anything except how good he made me feel, and I screamed his name so loud not minding if it disturbed people in the basement dozen of floors below. As I was still quaking in the wake of my mind blowing orgasm, he was lapping it up. All of my juices were his to devour, bought with his obsession. He kissed and teased my flesh before he finally pulled away. "That's my pussy, my dinner from now on, you hear me, Eva?" He growled so commandingly as he stripped off his white shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, with pronounced pecs and chiseled abs. Such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity, and I hadn't a doubt that it too was for me. All part of the obsessive snare laid to catch m

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Every time he looked at me with that mean, possessive stare, every time his hand accidentally brushed mine at dinner,it had all been leading to this. ‘Just one night,’I told myself. I kept repeating it in my head like a prayer. ‘One night with him to get rid of this obsession. One night to enjoy this delicious body and that perfect face. One night of sin, and then we can go back to being normal tomorrow morning. I’ll be the good step-sister again, and he’ll be the cold CEO. We can pretend this never happened.’ I pulled away from the kiss, my breathing heavy and shallow. I didn't feel shy at all. I felt daring, like a version of myself I hadn't met yet.

“Clean it. Then we go to my office. Page one of the week starts now.” He stands. He fixes his cuffs like he did not just make me come in a boardroom. “Walk, Sienna. The building is mine. So are you until Monday.” The End! ❤️‍🔥 Thank you, dear readers, for staying with me all the way to the end of this steamy collection. Your support means everything! And if you’re not ready to leave the heat behind, my next obsession is already waiting for you… 🔥 Sinful Pleasures: 30 Nights of Lustful Seduction 🔥 Thirty nights. Thirty temptations. No rules. Come discover your next guilty pleasure. ❤️‍🔥

I’d lusted after my sister in law, dreaming of Angie’s barely legal teen twat. And then I’d stormed into work, spying on my law partner as he fucked our intern. But instead of being disgusted, I was actually lusting after Jared, wanting the alpha’s dick in me. And now Hannah was dead. Hannah was dead, dead, dead, dead as a doornail, and all I felt was a sense of freedom, that the bitch of a woman was gone. Sure, it sucked that she’d been cheating, but it was all so stupid, so lame and predictable.